" He smiled, then looked up, focusing all of his twisted attention on me again. “That’s it. Come here. All you have to do is say yes, and you’ll be a Reaper for the rest of your life. Don’t you want that, Rory? Don’t you want that more than anything?” I smiled at him again, as though the thought made me happy. All the while, though, I kept clutching Babs’s hilt, focusing on the feel of her in my hand, along with my charm bracelet around my wrist. That was what was real, not the red Reaper fog that Covington wanted to drown me in forever. I wasn’t a Reaper, and I never, ever would be—no matter what. Aunt Rachel was "

― Jennifer Estep , Bitterfrost (Mythos Academy: Colorado #1)